Oh my god, I can't believe my eyes
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Underneath that ghostly pale is that you
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Someone in your shape shouldn't be driving
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Someone in your shape shouldn't be doing anything at all
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You should see yourself in the mirror
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With your leather lips and your snakeskin shoes
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Do you have to shout in my ear
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Do me a favor, just stop talking for a minute or two
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You crack me up, you really really do
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With your sunglasses on, acting so young
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Only I know what you're really up to
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You break me up
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No, I don't want to sit in your sports car
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No, I don't want to hear a tune
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All the locals say you'll go far
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That's funny; they don't know you like I do
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You crack me up you twisted wreck
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Shouding in the parking lot, think you'll give it one more shot
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Better hope they'll cash a check
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You break me up
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You better ask yourself a question
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Cause you cant live like this for long
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You better listen to my suggestion
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Before you wind up in somebody else's song
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You Crack Me Up
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| Huey Lewis and The News |
